My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 18 FIM-43 Older Than Your Dad!

San Diego's 840 square kilometers is plenty of dirt.

No one would have thought that Edward's warehouse was actually located in the fire station opposite the police station!

No one can think of it?

Even the daring Tomanby looked at him with eyes full of "admiration", and couldn't help asking.

"Aren't you afraid of being reported if you put it here?"

"Then buy them all."

Edward smiled and said, "There may be enemies in this world that the US dollar cannot defeat, but it is absolutely impossible in the United States."

"Let's go." He still had a cigar in his hand. Perhaps it was because of the notification that everyone in the fire station went out "passively", even the watchdog was dragged away.

Edward pressed the key of the electronic door, and saw several closed warehouses slowly lift up.

An industrial atmosphere comes from the pavement!

"You pick it yourself. After you pick it, I'll calculate the price." He said to Gao Jun, then turned to look at Tomanby, "Do you want a cup of coffee?"

The latter glanced at Gao Jun and nodded.

The two big men went upstairs, and Edward left a helper.

Gao Jun couldn't wait to go in, and took out an assault rifle from the cabinet inside.

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"Used weapon product estimate: $977!"

Gao Jun blinked his eyes, he read it right, this weapon is not new, second-hand, he has already chopped half of it in his heart, 400 US dollars, and he will call it that later.

This gun is like a woman, she was shy at the beginning, but later on, good guy, I am an older driver than you, and I have no sense of BT experience at all.

Bad review!

If this is the red light district of Amsterdam, report it to you.

However, Edward is indeed very powerful. These second-hand guns can be obtained unexpectedly. Moreover, the guns have been re-oiled and repaired. They look very new, and they can be sold directly in gun shops.

There must be a huge arms supply chain behind him!

It is even possible to open a factory.

"Hey, Gao, look what I found!" Paul, who was shopping for treasures in the warehouse on the other side, shouted with joy in his tone.

Gao Jun put the gun away and walked to the next door.

Just saw Paul carrying a... bazooka on his shoulder?

"FIM-43! I was not born when it was built." Paul clapped the old antique in his hand and said with a smile.

"Maybe your daddy hasn't grown up yet." Gao Jun said with a smile, and took it from the other party, "Is this thing still usable?"

Paul raised his middle finger.

"The obsolete model may not be used on modern military fighters, but it is quite good for commercial airliners. The 1.06 kg fragment explosion can still cause a certain amount of damage. Africans like to use it to fight infantry."

"Do you think the Kuwaitis want it?" he asked, looking up.

"This is much more powerful than a rifle. If we sell it at a lower price, someone will definitely want it. How much more?"

Paul turned around and counted, "There are still 5 boxes, about 15, and 7 boxes of shells."

"Bought all of these, and the price is: 200 for a FIM-43, not to mention the shells, Edward will give it to us."

Paul held a notebook in his hand, and wrote down the items the two needed first.

"And I saw AR-15, you wrote $600."

Gao Jun stood by and watched the other party scribbling. The fountain pen was not very good, so he swung it vigorously, and let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm looking to see if there are other old antiques, as long as it can be launched, it's none of our business whether it kills people or not."

"What a profiteer you are!" Paul said.

"If the bomb explodes, we can still provide alcohol and iodophor. The Kuwaiti people are not short of money."

Dog capitalist!

The two picked and picked, and were busy for more than an hour, and the book was full.

"It's alright, Gao, there's enough here." Paul looked at the pile above and paused, "We don't seem to be able to pay that much at once. There's $40 here."

Gao Jun looked very calm.

"Then credit, business is all about the capital chain. We haven't paid back the capital yet, and we owe the supplier the final payment. Isn't this normal? Paul, you have to know that the people who care about you most in this world are not your parents , but the creditor, he is the last person who wants you to die."

"Will Edward allow it?"

"Isn't Tomanby here? He just came to vouch for us. Okay, let's go." Gao Jun pushed Paul's shoulder, walked out of the warehouse, and looked back twice.

How good would it be if these were all your own?
"Are you ready? Yuri." Edward, who was staying with his younger brother squatting outside the flower bed, was bored, and when he saw them coming out, he jumped up and said.

"Okay, take me to see Edward."

The younger brother nodded, closed the warehouse, and led them up to the second floor of the fire station, the chief's office.

The door was open, and Edward and Tomanby were having a heated chat inside. The former, who was facing the door, saw them coming up, and smiled and said, "Have you chosen?"

Paul handed over the notebook in his hand, "Here is our inventory and our prices, take a look."

"Have a glass of water first, Mallory, and get two bottles of mineral water next door."

The younger brother responded.

Edward was very happy to see the dense inventory, and looked at each item carefully, and gradually... his expression became like the bottom of the pot.

When he saw the price of the AR-15, he couldn't help it, "Gao, this price is too low, the AR-15 assault rifle is 600 dollars? If it is this price, I would rather throw them into the Atlantic Ocean. At least the sharks don't joke with me."

"Mr. Edward, these are second-hand guns."

The other party's voice cut short, shaking his head, "A bullet from a second-hand gun can still kill people."

"But the value of the product itself has changed. Customers are all mentally clean. They would rather spend more dollars to buy a new one than buy a second-hand one. Are you willing to buy a second-hand car?" Gao Jun asked Paul .

"Of course I don't want to. I feel disgusted when I think of a couple of dogs and men who don't know what they are doing inside." Paul replied seriously.

Although his car is second-hand, it cost $1600.

But who wouldn't open their eyes and tell nonsense?
"I saw that the covers, firing pins, and safety locks were obviously replaced, and there were not a few of them. They were dismembered and put together, and his soul had long been lost. 600 US dollars, I think this is the right price."

Edward is like constipated.

Of course he knows what kind of virtue he owns.

Good-looking is good-looking, but some of the accessories inside are not from regular manufacturers. Who knows how many effective bullets can be used, and the chamber may not necessarily explode.

Although this rarely happens.

"Mr. Edward, you should clean up the warehouse. Kuwait was beaten. It is doomed that a new war will come. Maybe the United States will join the war. We should have a full meal at this time. If you don't sell it to me, you can only sell it to me. Others, maybe at a higher price than mine, but when? One month? Two months? Three months?"

"At that time, when the war is over, your stuff will rot in the warehouse."

This is pure fart.

Canned beef expires, weapons definitely don't!

People would fight over that expired can of beef with bullets.

"Are you going to Kuwait?" He caught the message in the other party's words in an instant.

"I really don't want to face war, I hate violence, but unfortunately, my business can only let me get close to war." Gao Jun spread his hands.

Edward glanced at him and said lightly, "God bless you."

"As long as I make money, I will donate to a church in Africa."

"These prices are too low. I can't explain it. If you increase it by 10% from the original basis, that's the price I can give you."

"Let's figure out the price first," Edward said.

"It's written below." Paul pointed to the corner below, and saw the words: "387987 dollars."

"I've figured it all out."

"This is just our first business. The war can't end so quickly, and I can't stop." Gao Jun watched Edward start to paint big pies, "I'll advance some goods to sell them."

The other party reluctantly believed the nonsense.

If it is increased by [-]%, it will be close to [-] US dollars.

Of course Gao Jun disagreed, he had a lot of patience, and he bargained with him for every order.

It took more than forty minutes to grind hard.

Business negotiation itself is a long process, and people can negotiate for several months for large amounts.

In the end, both sides took a step back.

The price is fixed.

M60 general-purpose machine gun: 13372 US dollars per piece.

NATO standard bullets: 36 cents/shot.

mac11 submachine gun: $139/piece.

AR-15 assault rifle: $650/piece.

FIM-43 red eye individual air defense: 220/piece, shells: 160 US dollars/piece.

...

"Okay, as you say, the total is 401118 US dollars, let's say you are 40, check or bank card?" Edward wiped the sweat from his forehead, this business is really tiring.

He wanted to flip the table several times.

Gao Jun looked at him, blinked, laughed, and could still see dimples.

"Mr. Edward, I will pay forty thousand dollars first..."

The other party raised his head, both sides watched, then Paul joined in, the three parties stared blankly, and finally, Tomanby also stared wide-eyed.

what are you...

Are you kidding me?
Do you want to give you another seven-day no-reason return?
Edward has never met such a shameless person, how could he do business like this.

"Yuri, this joke is not funny."

Gao Jun clapped his hands, very bachelor, "I don't have that much money..."

You come to buy so many goods without money?
Play with me!

Edward's expression gradually changed to BT.

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(End of this chapter)